Imperial Overlord

Germany relied on the blitzkrieg battle and just defeated France. At this moment, the head of state is completely breaking the pain caused by the "Peace of Versailles" to Germany, and visiting France's historical sites in the attitude of a victor. Show off your glorious victories.

Just an hour ago, Li Le was still in the 21st century, and he could only imagine whether Germany would win this war "if" Germany could not make those fatal mistakes.

Now, it seems that there is such a **** who has given him a chance to never forget and a chance to fight for his ideal in his life.

"Ha, Lord Führer, since you can't help me realize the great ideal of German revival, and I have another opportunity to practice... Then, don't blame me, Li Le, for occupying the magpie's nest and help you realize our common ideal. ." Looking at the familiar face in the mirror, the head of state at this time is still young, and his face is full of the spirit of the head of state.

"From this moment on, I, Li Le, will create my own Third Empire!" He patted his cheeks twice in front of the mirror and said to himself in his heart.

Then this Hitler, who was not originally Hitler, began to figure out how he should do this most important thing.

Once he started to think about it, Li Le easily remembered that Hitler arrived in France in June 1940. This trip was a show full of revenge and ridicule. It was Hitler's face slap in revenge for the "Peace of Versailles". action.

Although there are many people who highly respect this kind of act of pleasure and hatred, Li Le knows that now is not the time to show off.

There was a sword of Damocles hanging over the head of the entire Third Reich at this time, because at this time Einstein had left his hometown and was burned down by the crazy Nazi believers.

Even if Li Le did better than Hitler, in August 1945, would the atomic bomb originally dropped on Japan be dropped on German territory?

Thinking of this, Li Le remembered a post he once saw on the website. The person who posted the post pessimistically predicted the inevitable failure of Germany, and emphasized the fact that no one can change the fact that the last post gave The best way out for people crossing Germany: eat, drink and play until '45, fight to die in bed on the last day of Germany's surrender in '45...

"I'm sorry, I don't want to have such a mediocre journey through the journey." Li Le, or the distinctive face that was already Hitler, laughed at this moment.

This was the end of June in 1940, and this was still Germany's unbeaten peak of glory. I still had the opportunity to rewrite history, and I could also use my full knowledge to lead Germany on a different path.

Change, starting from this moment, the weak Axis powers may not be able to reverse the world!

Thinking of this, Li Le fell asleep on the bed with a smile. In a distant dream, he seemed to have returned to the life of winning a war with his mouth on the Internet.

Outside the gate of the manor newly replaced by the Führer, Himmler threw his gloves to the assistant beside him. The SS chief was expressionless, listening to his subordinates' descriptions of the assassination.

There are too many people who have seen that "Führer's substitute", and there are too many doubts in the whole incident. Himmler couldn't help but investigate, because he didn't like the feeling of being concealed and deceived.

"Wait." Halfway through hearing this, he suddenly stopped the reporting subordinate, frowned and pondered for two or three seconds, as if thinking about the details of the incident.

Then he slanted his eyes to the subordinate who reported the report, and asked in a long voice, "You mean, after the first shot, it took some time to hear the continuous gunshots again?"

Himmler was a wily leader of the SS. Even in the dying years of the Third Reich, he could calmly calculate his own way of survival.

Although this calculation was later proved to be completely wrong, it was enough to prove that he was willing to use his own brain.

"Shoot a shot first...Shoot a shot first." He squinted his eyes, like a demon in the middle of the night, repeating this sentence, which was suspicious enough.

"You mean, a shot was fired first?" On the other road, Goering looked at the officer who was reporting to him in the co-pilot, and asked with a frown, "Are you sure?"

The officer nodded: "That's true. Several people have confirmed this."

Goering touched his double-layered chin, and rolled his eyes again and again: "It's strange, I fired a shot first, and the Führer is still fine... It doesn't make sense."

According to common sense, if the first shot hits the Fuehrer, where did this mustache come from? But if the first shot missed the Fuhrer, why didn't the assassin immediately fire the second shot?

Goering felt that his brain was not enough. He touched his chubby chin, but his heart was already filled with his own guesses: What the **** are Bowman and Misch doing?

"It must be Bowman who is playing tricks..." Almost at the same time, Himmler made his own judgment. He feels that this matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and there may be a big conspiracy hidden.

The more he thought about it, the more Himmler felt that Baumann and even Misch were involved in a conspiracy. They might have used a fake Führer to replace the real Führer.

But once this thought swirled around in his mind, Himmler couldn't make up his mind again. Because if Bowman and others used a fake head of state to replace him, why would they have to shoot and alarm the guards and make the city full of storms?

Moreover, there is no such seamless plastic surgery technology these days. It is really not easy to find a "substitute" who looks like the head of the state.

Several of the Führer's stand-ins, Himmler, knew each other, and they were people who looked like the Führer from across the country. Himmler didn't believe that he didn't use the state machine, and Baumann could find a double that was exactly the same as the Führer inside and out.

"You can't be wrong, the sense of oppression that brought me is definitely the Führer himself." Thinking back on the Führer he saw in the room, Himmler told himself in his heart.

Recalling Li Le's sharp little eyes at that time, Himmler suddenly felt that his previous suspicions were unnecessary. The Führer still seemed to trust him, at least comforting him in the end.

But when he thought that Heydrich was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, and he, the leader of the SS, only got a few words of comfort, Himmler became a little unwilling again.

"You go to investigate yourself and let me investigate the whole night! No matter what progress is made, you must report it to me immediately, understand?" commanded.

"Yes!" His confidant heard the order and nodded immediately.

"If the head of state finds out about your investigation, then you can swallow the potassium cyanide yourself, and I will take care of the aftermath for your family." Thinking of Li Le's meaningful look, Himmler added this. a sentence.

Hearing his boss explain such a task, it was the first time he explained such a difficult task, this unfortunate confidant suddenly felt that he had no love for life and was abandoned by the whole world.

However, being able to pour water into Himmler's bag is obviously a smart role. While calculating his own countermeasures, he stood at attention and said, "Yes! Chief! I know what to do."

Himmler has many titles, such as the director of the Third Reich police force, the head of the Reich SS, and the titular boss of the Gestapo... He may cost more for a printer if he prints business cards.

It was destined that many, many people could not sleep that night, and Heydrich was busy until the next morning because he needed to arrange routes and guards temporarily.

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When Li Le opened his eyes again, he was obviously not convinced that he had really crossed over. The reality in front of him made him sigh, then put on his clothes and pushed open the door of his room.

Unexpectedly, there were entourages standing outside the door, including newly sent SS attachés, more Führer escorts, Secretary Bowman, and several generals from the Wehrmacht who came to offer condolences.

This time, the battle was even bigger. Even the temporary representatives that Brauchitch personally hired were there. There were a large number of senior army generals in neat military uniforms, and some Li Le could even be named.

Li Le didn't speak, nodded to these people, and started the scheduled itinerary. On this day in real history, that is, on June 23, 1940, the Führer himself entered Paris and began his visit.

This is a big thing. Although many precious works of art were hidden or transferred before the surrender of France, there are still many things that cannot be taken away.

For example, Li Le traveled through the huge steel-stacked spire that he had never seen before, and the Arc de Triomphe that symbolized victory.

Sitting on what might be the most expensive Mercedes-Benz car in the world, watching the scenic spots that he had never even imagined in person before, Li Le got a sense of what a successful person feels like at this moment.

Mercedes-Benz cars follow one after another. These are not cheap jeeps, but the most luxurious Mercedes-Benz top-class sedan in this era. The price of the car that Li Le is sitting in will definitely be on par with Rolls-Royce even in future generations.

"The Louvre is in front, my head of state. I hope you can forget the unpleasantness of yesterday at the location you appointed." Li Le didn't say much along the way, which made Bowman, who was also sitting in the car, a little nervous.